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Solstice
Chapter 4
I could smell too, which seemed
odd to me considering the current state of my being. And what
I
smelled
was less than pleasant, making putrid meat roses in comparison.
Dwarves.
no
doubt. And they
were gettin' closer.
I use rather
generic terms to describe
the denzies of the other Realms, elves, dwarves and such, but these
were
neither the cute little munchkins of Oz nor the cuddly craftsmen of the
dungeons & dragons world, but smelly hairy vile little
creatures of
the underdark. Twelve to fifteen inches tall, stubby fingers
tipped
with nasty clawed nails, and if they wore clothes at all it was only a
loin cloth.
Most of 'em
were
just smelly furballs
that farted a lot. A couple of 'em had necklaces of some sort and
seemed
kinda important, and another had a headpiece with some feathers and
such.
What musta been a grunt had a shovel and a bucket and he grunted some,
and burped a bit, and the necklace guys grunted back... then
I
was
being shoveled up and plopped into the bucket.
My Vision
was the
last to get scooped
up...
And there I
was,
in a bucket being
swung around by a grunt dwarf. My field of view was limited
to
the
circular opening of the bucket, and the grunt dwarfs hand
clutching
the handle of the pail, swinging back and forth...
First the
back of
his hairy head
would be in view, then a nice clear shot of his bug infested armpit,
followed
by the front of his head, which wasn't much better than the
armpit...
back and forth, the ceiling of the cavern swimming one way then the
other...
back and
forth...
I started to
get a
little sick.
I also
didn't have
clue one where
these dudes where taking me...
I
had Never
explored
the underdark
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